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Freedom

Freedom is a word of refuge for those in power it languishes on the horizon like a star you can't touch desired and beautiful in its glorious glow it manifests itself in the mind and heart as a golden treasure yet, shabby and torn like a wishful dream, that's never found by those whose bodies are trampled and left by the wayside whether it is through genocide or slavery as payment for even breathing in its air never to know its tender touch Freedom has two worlds separate and apart yet, joined one of light, one of dark how freedom is seen or felt depends on which of its realms you live in 3/21/22 contest Freedom

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Bill Baker

Date: 3/22/2022 8:27:00 AM

Well-written and thought-provoking, Frederic. I think freedom is something a person has within them as in spirit. In this physical world, the greed and desire for power over others has, is, and will always cost others freedom. Thanks for sharing, Bill

Paulette Calasibetta

Date: 3/21/2022 2:20:00 PM

Truth is we probably have never been free....just an illusion that is diminishing with the world affairs. Good luck in the contest. :)Paulette

Silent One

Date: 3/21/2022 1:55:00 PM

There is a sad truth in your poem...I wonder if there is such a thing as freedom... Same story though the centuries and man is still plagued by the same ego...Great poem for this contest...